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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!
Everleigh Peterson, a college student, had a crush on her brother’s best friend ever since she was in high school. She dreamt to get noticed by the man not only as a young sister but a lover. On her 18th birthday, she asked her brother, Eros, to invite him. As her brother loves her so much, he then agreed.
She was beyond happy when her long-time crush came—her wish was granted.
Reaching the legal age, Everleigh then let herself chill during her after-party and promised her brother to drink just a little. However, she got drunk and involved herself in a situation that forever changes her life.
She had sex with the famous womanizer, Seven—her long-time crush.
Seven Beckett is a well-known monster in bed, who only indulged himself in hardcore sex than making out. He only had one rule, “keep with his pace” and he will give you pleasures.
As they both got drunk that time, Seven didn’t know that it was Everleigh whom he claimed that night. And he admits, the lady was too good for first-timers. He then found himself longing for her body and every time he sees her, his pet always hardened and wanted to dig it deeper to her core.
As Everleigh, shows affection to him, he then used it to claim the woman again and again.
Until one day, Everleigh’s brother found out about it and let Seven choose between marriage or cutting ties with her.
“I’d rather stay away than get married!” it was Seven last words before he left and she never saw him again.
It was too painful for her but she needs to accept it. She was in the process of moving on when an unexpected moment came and she wasn’t prepared for it.
She got pregnant!

Anastasia Abel possessed everything one could desire: fame, wealth, prestige, and a lifetime's worth of suitors. Her strong will prevents anyone from easily manipulating her with harmful intentions. Anna chose to distance herself from all of them, as she had suffered from heartbreaks in the past. Her father was the one who scared everyone. He was a billionaire and also, Mafia. He had control over every business in town, regardless of their size. Whatever it was, it was his and soon-to-be Anastasia’s. During Anna's birthday celebration with friends, an unexpected kidnapper took her. Anna had not anticipated that she would have to take drastic measures to uncover the reason behind her captivity and transform her entire existence. As the one who wanted her out of the picture is not someone but her own....

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!
“N-No… I didn’t do anything.”
“I will fucking kill you, woman! I’ve been so tired of your stupidity. I told you not to talk to strangers—”
“P-Please, don’t hurt me. My… My body is still aching—”
“Shut up!” his voice roared inside the room as he lifted my collar, pulling me near him. “Are you still gonna lie? I saw you talk to that man—”
“I… I didn’t say anything,” I managed to reply amidst my fear. And at this moment, I knew that he would play and punish me again.


Helen spent a cruel life with her stepmother and stepbrother—they treated her like a slave. One wrong move, her stepbrother, will punish her may it be physically or sometimes, sexually.


Helen Emerson lived in the dark for a decade since her father died due to a car accident. When her father was alive, she was treated like a princess, but when he died, she was treated like a rug. Not until she met Lucius Carter—the man people fear the most because of his rare green eyes and what he’s capable of. However, they don’t know that the man has many secrets aside from having his scary green eyes.
He is a beast.
However, it doesn’t change that he was the one who saved her. She lived with him and didn’t expect that she will fell for him. Until one day, she finds out his deepest secret, which has something to do with her.
Will her love remain, or will she do her best to kill the beast?

I robbed the wrong man.

To be fair, how was I supposed to know the arrogant bastard in that carriage was the heir to the North?

I'm Serena Hale. By day, I'm a perfectly respectable general's daughter. By night, I'm Little Rogue—the kingdom's most wanted thief, stealing from rich Alphas to feed starving wolves.

Then I stole a priceless bracelet from Adrian Vale.

He swore he'd hunt me down.

And he did.

What I didn't expect was for a mysterious stranger named Lan to come to my rescue. Or for Lan to turn out to be Lucian, the Alpha King himself.

Now the most powerful Alpha in the kingdom wants to protect me, while the ruthless Northern heir refuses to let me go.

Two dangerous men. Two impossible choices.

They can fight over me all they want.

But there's one thing neither of them understands.

I was never meant to belong to anyone.

A Werewolf Story Of Revenge

“I need just one more powerful man. It can be a dragon, a wolf, an elf or a panther.” Betla said to Aranya as she turned to look at her. She placed her hand on both her shoulders while she looked at her with fire dripping from her eyes, “Promise me, Aranya, that you’ll fulfil my only wish.”

“I will, mother. I promise to give you the power to avenge!” And a promise made to Betla must be fulfilled.

Will Aranya be able to fulfil the promise she made to her hungry mother? Looking for a way to avenge at all cost? What if the only powerful man available to fulfil her mother’s wish is the only mate she loved?

Who will she choose between the two of them? Will she sacrifice her love for her mother? Or she’ll hold onto her mate at the cost of sacrificing her life?

Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?

They called me wolfless. Defective. A stain on the pack's honor that only existed because my father bled out saving their precious Alpha.

I believed them. For twenty years, I made myself small, swallowed every insult, and clung to the foolish hope that Caden—my fated mate, the man who swore to protect me—would one day see my worth. Instead, he gave me a daughter in secret and let her waste away while he crowned another woman as his Luna. When Lily died in my arms, begging for a father who never came, something inside me didn't just break. It shattered.

They framed me for murder. Branded me a traitor. Threw me into the Sacred Spring to drown like the garbage they always believed I was.

But I didn't drown. I transformed. The wolf that tore free from my soul is massive, golden, and ancient—the kind of power that makes Alphas drop to their knees. Turns out I was never broken. I was simply caged. And now that I'm free, I have a message for the Iron Moon Pack: **I'm coming back. And when I do, every single one of you will learn what it means to cross a mother who has nothing left to lose.

I closed my eyes as a dying, ugly servant, but I woke up in the bed of the Alpha King's son, pregnant with his heir!

The tropical storm raged outside, but inside this silk-draped room, I was safe. My scarred, pathetic body was gone, replaced by flawless skin and the voluptuous curves of Luna Rosie. I touched the protruding belly—I am carrying Alpha Gideon’s baby, the man I secretly loved for years! But the twist of fate is cruel. The real Luna Rosie didn't die; her soul is now trapped in my old, ugly body.

She stands in the corner as a maid, forced to serve me tea while I live the life she took for granted. She glares at me with hatred, but I don't care. I finally have everything I ever wanted.

But when Alpha Gideon returns and looks into my eyes, will he recognize the soul of the servant girl who used to wash his clothes?

He choked me in front of the entire school. Left bruises on my throat that won't fade. Dumped me without explanation.

And now I find out Conan Voss—the boy I stalked for an entire summer, the Alpha heir who used to climb through my window under full moons—did it all to protect me.

Because I'm a hunter. Born to kill his kind.

But here's the thing about werewolf mates: the bond doesn't care about ancient wars or bloodline vendettas. When I touch the Mithril Rod and it blazes silver-blue, when he looks at me like I'm his entire world even as his pack demands my death, when every instinct screams at me to run toward him instead of away—

I realize the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor.

My name is Ella Morrow. I'm sixteen years old. And I'm fated to either save or slaughter the only boy I've ever loved.

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses.

Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love.

It didn’t matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes!

But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Living with the teenage thought of life always being a bed of roses, Aisha Umar Faruk got her life damaged at the revelation of her mother being a prostitute and she was raped to pay for the crimes her mother committed.
Dr. Nasir was her saviour and she lived with him, having a fantasy of a love filled life until his heartless brother broke apart her rope of hope and she was left with a broken heart to stitch.
Being married to Abba was a whole painful phase for Aisha and the path she followed in knowing what had been enshrouded even before she was born.
“Who was the guy you were kissing right before the eyes of thousand of people?!”
“What were you doing in A & H hotel with a guy?!”
“Where are you from?” All these questions and even more were asked by her husband and the answer was always the same, “I haven't gone out of this house ever since the day you restrained me from doing so.”
He had never believed her, because she was always the one he saw. But she was telling him the truth, because she wasn't the one he saw. Who was this lady that added more salt to the wounds of Aisha Umar Faruk?

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words.

Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek.

Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong?

She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs?

Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed.

"I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her.

•

What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin?

I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

I was born to marry the Crown Prince.

Then my sister stole my fiancé, my family called me worthless, and I was sent to marry a monster instead.

Prince Alexander was once the kingdom's most powerful golden dragon. Now, poisoned and cursed, his scales have turned black, his legs have failed him, and rumors say he tears people apart when darkness falls.

Everyone expects me to die on our wedding night.

Honestly? I just hope he lets me finish my dinner first.

But the monster everyone fears isn't what I expected.

He feeds me when I've been starved. He protects me when others mock me. And somehow, the dragon that craves blood goes quiet whenever I'm near.

Then something impossible happens.

His black scales begin turning gold again.

And the silver scales I've spent my entire life hiding start answering his call.

My family thought they were sending a useless bride to her death.

They had no idea what they'd given away.

Because the monster they feared might be the only one who can awaken the dragon inside me.

When her fated mate chooses her best friend, Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart discovers a cruel truth that she has been reborn countless times, only to be betrayed in every life.

In her despair, one forbidden night binds her to Lucretius Xior Franciosa, Alpha of the Golden Eclipse Pack, commander in the royal military, and her mate's own uncle and sworn enemy. From that night on, cryptic notes and a single chrysanthemum begin to appear, which she soon discovers are from him. It's his constant reminder that she is being watched, claimed, and marked as his.

Then comes his offer: vengeance, in exchange for her body, her trust, and perhaps even her soul. A deal with the devil, which she accepts, swearing to destroy the mate who cast her aside and the friend who betrayed her.

What starts as revenge becomes an entanglement with his darkness, where obsession devours love and ruin is the only end. But amidst the chaos of betrayal and desire, Euphyllia yearns to uncover the mystery of her past lives and discover who she truly is.

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

The Koch family is the oldest family in the Blue Star Kingdom. As the new generation heir, Chad Koch has encountered many women—some attracted to his wealth, others to his looks, but none genuinely cared for him as a person. Consequently, Chad Koch has perpetually upheld a demeanor of aloofness towards the fairer sex.
Amidst a twist of fate, Daphne emerges as the savior of Chad Koch's venerable grandfather.
Thus unfolds the tale of emotional intricacies between a haughty scion of royalty and a humble maiden of the farmlands.

I used to think love was supposed to hurt.

Sidney forgot me five times in one month, left me waiting in the dark, and always had a reason—Azalea needed help, his friends needed him, something else came first.

I told myself he loved me.

He just loved me lazily.

Then one night, after I missed the last bus from my competition, I called the Lawson house. Sidney wasn’t there. Elijah answered.

He was rude. Cold. Infuriating.

But he came.

When three men cornered me on an empty street, Elijah became a wall between me and danger. When I cried in my bathroom, he cleaned my bruises. When my calf cramped so badly I couldn’t stand, he knelt on the tile and fixed the pain with careful hands.

He never said sweet things.

He just showed up.

Again and again.

Soon, I started looking for him in every crowd, every rainstorm, every silent night. I told myself it was gratitude. Dependence. Anything but love.

Because falling for Elijah meant betraying Sidney.

But how long can a heart stay loyal to someone who never protects it?

At Nico's funeral, the screen of the phone in my hand suddenly lit up, and I accidentally answered a FaceTime call from the Dario Falcone of three years ago.
On the screen, he was still wearing that faded leather jacket, the scar above his brow left from protecting me.
He was still a penniless bodyguard, clutching my ultrasound report with barely contained excitement, his eyes shining:
"Vittoria, isn't our baby adorable?"
"Do you think it's a strong little boy or a beautiful little girl?"
"No matter who he takes after, I'll protect him with my life."
I knelt on the cold floor, staring silently at him.
The Dario from three years ago sensed that something was wrong. The smile slowly froze on his face.
The next second, the heavy church doors were kicked open.
The priest's prayer came to an abrupt stop.
The Dario of three years later, the terrifying Mafia Don, strode inside.
His tailored suit was immaculate, while the bodyguards behind him roughly knocked over the wreaths lining the aisle.
He stopped in front of me, his voice cold and utterly emotionless.
"Vittoria, you actually staged a fake funeral for your own son just to get revenge on Colette. You really are sick."
I didn't look up or acknowledge his fury. I simply stared at the bodyguard on the screen from three years ago, the one who looked utterly bewildered.
Then, numb, I turned the phone around and pointed it at the tiny white coffin in the center of the hall.
Looking at the screen, I answered the man's question from three years ago.
"A boy. He was adorable, and he had eyes just like yours."
"But he's already dead."

I waited seven years for Lucas.
The moment our Mate Bond was finally sealed, our wedding night left me so exhausted I couldn’t even move and then my phone lit up with photos of him having sex in a car with Isabella, the widow of his dead brother.

Everyone told me not to overthink it. Our relatives brushed it off. Even the Elders stepped in to smooth things over for him.
But behind closed doors, Lucas showed his real face—Restore the Mate Bond or he would destroy my family’s company.

When I fought back, he slapped me so hard it shattered the twenty years of relationship between us. He froze my accounts, and my mother was rushed to the hospital because of sheer stress.
That still wasn’t enough. He demanded that I apologize publicly at a business gala, to the woman wearing his brother’s wedding gift. He even ripped away the moonstone necklace my mother left me.

I was shoved into a champagne tower, blood all over me. And he never looked at me once. All his tenderness was reserved for his sister-in-law.
Just when I’d finally gone numb, top-tier Alpha Finn walked in with a one-billion-dollar contract. “Your designs are worth this much. And I don’t like people touching what I’ve set my eyes on.”

Seven years of devotion wasted on a lie. This time, I’m tearing the fake Mate Bond to shreds and I’ll make every traitor pay!

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.

For 364 days, Jasmine Gallo lived in silence and she felt that silence louder than anything she had ever heard. She lost her hearing because of him but found her voice without him. A car accident arranged by Elle Esteban, the foster sister of her boyfriend, left her deaf. Dante Esteban, the man she loved for years, sat by her bed, signed until his fingers bled, and promised her a future. She believed him. She even had his ring made. Then she heard the truth behind closed doors. “It’s been more than a year already. Isn’t it high time Jasmine let it go? Elle was freaking nineteen and was pretty reckless. But during her one year away, I had made sure she learnt her lesson so she’s more matured now, not just physically but mentally so everyone can move on from this.” Dante forgave the girl who tried to kill her and treated the issue as nothing serious.
In one night, everything broke and Jasmine walked away to take up a position she had previously rejected for Dante’s sake. She was going to marry the most formidable man in Spain, Leonardo Madrigal.
There would be no more chances for anyone to hurt her. She will no longer be Dante’s deaf girl or her family’s sacrificial lamb.
She would be Mrs Madrigal.
And for the first time in a while, the noise of the world would be hers.

I chose to retire at my peak for Alexander.
But twenty minutes before our wedding started, he decided to help his childhood sweetheart move, leaving me alone at the venue.
He said, "Sophia, you're strong enough; you don't need anyone to protect you."
So I tossed my veil aside and called off the wedding.
Alexander thought I'd come crawling back, even threatened to blacklist me.
But he didn't know that as I was leaving the wedding, my former coach suddenly called out to me, asking if I wanted to chase that championship again.

Nine months pregnant and about to give birth, my husband Zane locked me in the wine cellar.
All because his widowed business partner, Elena, was also giving birth today.
"You almost made Elena go into labor early. You need to think about what you've done."
Agonizing contractions wracked my body. I dropped to my knees, begging him, "Zane, please─the baby is coming now! He will die!"
He just shoved me down the cold stone steps, his eyes icy cold.
"Stop lying! Your due date isn't today. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"
"Tonight, only Elena's safety matters. You'll stay here until you admit you were wrong!"
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, snuffing out the last bit of hope I had left.
Hours later, Zane was cradling Elena's newborn son, calling the maid.
"Elena had a boy. I couldn't be happier. Let my wife out—I'm willing to forgive her little tantrum today."
But on the other end of the phone, the maid was sobbing.
"Sir... your wife and the baby... they're already gone."

To pay for her daughter’s leukemia treatment, Nora takes every job she can find. But the wedding she’s hired to plan belongs to the one man she never expected to see again.
Five years ago, Xie Yanchen was her first love. Now he’s a powerful CEO… and about to marry another woman. Worse, she must plan their wedding herself.
What he doesn’t know is that she secretly gave birth to his child.
What she doesn’t know is that this reunion will change both their lives forever.
As the truth slowly comes to light, he realizes the woman he once lost has spent five desperate years raising his daughter alone.

"You're using the embryo that you and Serena made and letting Wendy think that the children she's carrying are hers! Damn, man.I can't believe that you could do something like that to your wife." Adrian's friend said, sounding shocked.
"She deserves it," Adrian replied, followed by his friend's laughter. "She's the reason why Serena broke up with me back then."
What would you do if your husband used your womb to have children with his ex?
Wendy sacrificed everything for her marriage. She endured endless hormone shots, cruel whispers, and quiet humiliation, all to give her husband the children he wanted. When the IVF finally succeeded, she believed she had saved her marriage.
Until the day she overheard the truth. The twins she had fought so hard to carry were never meant to be hers. Her husband never wanted a child with her. She was nothing more than a surrogate in her own marriage.
Determined to find answers, Wendy stormed into the hospital. Fate delivered a twist no one could have seen coming: her husband was severely infertile. The IVF had failed. The babies growing inside her belonged to another man.
Wendy walked away with no tears and no second chances.
But Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, came begging for reconciliation.
"Wendy, we can fix this. We can start over."
Too late.
Because somewhere in the same city, Julian Harrington, the untouchable, relentless, and enigmatic CEO who rules the city's business empire, is searching for the mother of his twins.

"Turn on the livestream, let everyone see how wet and slutty my wife's pussy gets when she's ruined." My husband sneered, ruthlessly spreading my trembling legs on the tattoo bed.

I sobbed and thrashed, but his strong hands pinned my wrists. The buzzing needle pierced the sensitive flesh of my private area, vibrating against my clitoris as he forced a succubus mark onto me. I let out a sharp, pathetic moan, my body involuntarily slicking with a mix of blood and arousal under the agonizing pain.

By the time the needle carved the eighteenth humiliating word into my bare, heaving breasts, my mind was completely broken. He just wiped the blood from my nipples and left to fuck his pregnant mistress.

He thought I was just a toy. At his wedding banquet, he threw me to a pack of hungry men. "Do whatever you want with her holes. Even if it's a gangbang, I take no responsibility." Disgusting hands immediately groped my bare thighs, brutally ripping my dress apart to expose my tattooed chest. Rough fingers pinched my nipples and shoved into my dripping core, making me scream in despair.

But I didn't die there. I tanked his company and fell into the arms of his biggest rival.

When my ex-husband finally realized the mistress's baby wasn't his, he called me, sobbing and begging. I just pressed the phone to my ear, gasping loudly as Tristan's thick, hard cock thrust deep into my tight, wet pussy.

"Ah... fuck, Tristan, deeper..." I moaned shamelessly into the receiver, hearing my ex-husband's breathless silence on the other end. "Henry," I panted, riding my new lover hard, "Your empire is dead, and so are we."

When I woke up, I was locked at a round table, surrounded by four strangers.

A masked clown said: "Tonight there are only four gifts. The extra person... who could it be?"

The clown invited us to play a game.

The rules were simple—Liar's Poker.

Liars die. Those successfully challenged also die.

In the first round, the tattooed brute beside me lost and was dragged into the "Meat Grinder Ferris Wheel."

I heard the sound of his bones being crushed by gears.

The clown wiped blood from his hands, laughing: "Children who lie must be punished, you know~"

"Did you enjoy the game Penny prepared for you all?"

The moment he uttered "Penny's" name, everyone's faces broke out in cold sweat, because she had been dead for three years.

And everyone present... including me...

Remembered clearly.

On Christmas night, he didn’t come home until after midnight, reeking of weed and the perfume of his “sister,” Betty.

The next day, the Miller family summoned me and my son back to the estate and announced in front of everyone: Betty was pregnant. She would be the new Donna. And I -- a “blind woman” -- was only fit to be a maid.

As if that wasn’t enough, they demanded I hand over the bracelet Harvey once gave me, like they were peeling away the last shred of my dignity.

I thought if I endured it, at least my son could keep some decency -- he had taken first place in a piano competition, and all he wanted was for his father to keep his promise.

But Harvey tricked us to the “victory party”... only to announce, in the grand hall, that it was his wedding to Betty.

My son was shoved down in front of everyone, humiliated, and in the end he could only whisper, calling him “Don Harvey,” begging them to stop hurting me. That night, he was forced to grow up. And I gave up completely.

Marilyn is a self made boss and a Baddie. She does not soften for anyone but she made an exception for her fiancé.
Until she found out her fiancé Tom was cheating on her. To make matter worse, he didn't feel remorse. He broke off the engagement and left her standing there like a fool.
She ends up at a hotel bar, where an arrogant stranger approaches her. He’s persistent, irritatingly sure of himself, and exactly the kind of man she doesn’t deal with. She dismisses him and leaves, refusing to give any man her time anymore.
The next day, she goes to her ex’s office with the intention of ruining his peace. Instead, she finds the man from the bar. His name is Dante. He is her ex’s boss.
Dante proposes an offer and she accepts when she realizes it would get her the revenge she wants on her ex and even more.
The arrangement is clear: No feelings attached.
But the longer they play the part, the more the line blur.

This is a story about control, ego, attraction, and what happens when two people who don’t surrender to anyone start wanting each other anyway.

"If you want to get your needs met tonight, it will be with me and no other man. Am I clear?"

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Charlotte Hendry escaped Houston's gilded cage to chase freedom on her own terms, graduate school in New York, a secret life in New Orleans, and absolutely zero entanglements. Maverick Pierce built his empire from nothing, turning poverty and pain into a billion-dollar media dynasty. Neither of them planned for a collision that would shatter every rule they had carefully constructed.

When Maverick discovers Charlotte at his favorite private BDSM club, he faces an impossible choice: walk away or claim the one woman who challenges every part of him. Their connection burns fast and undeniable. But Charlotte's independence and Maverick's possessive nature could destroy what neither of them expected to find.

Can two people who were never looking for love actually build something real?

A red dragon heir locked me in an iron shed and scorched me with his breath for ten minutes straight.Didn't kill me.He woke a Black Dragon buried under a three-hundred-year curse.The Tri-Dragon Council tore down my home, beat my father, threw me in jail, and live-streamed it all so the whole city could laugh.What they didn't know: every ancestor's soul in the Black Dragon cemetery had fused into me.I smashed through the Council's dome and slammed the dissolution order onto the table.

Over the weekend, Alpha Kennard—my husband—and I were invited to attend a charity auction.
During the bidding, my husband's Beta, Joanna Morton, and I both set our sights on the same ruby necklace.
I was prepared to compete fairly, Until Alpha Kennard made the ceremonial bid for her.
"Queenie, you're nothing more than a dog I keep at home. What right do you have to compete with me?"
Just as everyone else withdrew from the bidding, I snapped my fingers at the auctioneer.
"Whatever Alpha Kennard offers—I'll outbid him by… one dollar."

On our twentieth wedding anniversary, I caught my husband, Carter, cheating with our adopted daughter, Ava. My mother threw herself in front of me, and died under Carter's gun.
I had my anterior temporal lobe removed by Carter and lost my memory, then I was framed as the murderer who shot my mother and was wrongly imprisoned for four years.
I clung to his 'affection and loyalty' like it was salvation.
After I got out, I lived in hell-guilt for 'killing' my mother. I suffered severe depression and became addicted to self-harm, yet never realized it was all his design.
By the third year after my release, I overheard Carter and my therapist talking; I knew the truth:
he erased my memory and used drugs and hypnosis to trap me in pain.
It was only because he fell in love with our 16-year-old adopted daughter at the age of 40 that he would stop at nothing to cover up his crime.
Under hypnosis, I finally saw it clearly: the person who pulled the trigger that night was Ava.

Seven years. A three-million-dollar contract. A heart broken into pieces.

Serena Powell was never more than a ghost in her own home. Hired by a billionaire to heal his broken son, she spent seven years playing the role of a devoted wife and mother, hiding the jagged scar on her palm,a reminder of the night she saved Victor’s life. She thought her love had finally overwritten the contract. She was wrong.

When Victor’s "true love," Eliza, returns with a child of her own, the fairy tale dissolves. Overnight, Serena is branded an outsider. Her husband treats her like a servant, and her son,the boy she raised as her own,tells her to "just die already" so Eliza can take her place.

Accused of a crime she didn’t commit and slapped by the man she sacrificed everything for, Serena finally realizes the truth: In a world where feelings come with a price tag, she’s already paid too much.

Now, the divorce papers are signed, the suitcase is packed, and a prestigious design firm in Glonia is calling her name. Serena is done being a substitute. But as she walks out the door, Victor is about to learn that some things,once broken,can never be repaired. Especially when he realizes he didn't just lose a contract... he lost the only woman who ever truly loved him.

At the magic academy’s party, I overheard my werewolf boyfriend in the lounge saying he was going to destroy me.

"Alexander, her magic core is merely experiencing a temporary disruption. According to the academy infirmary's suturing protocol, her magical output will fully recover in three days. Why did you lie and tell her the core is necrotic and must be dug out?" the school doctor asked.

My werewolf boyfriend's deep voice was as cold as silver salt scraping across glass—

"If she doesn't drop out of the Magic Scroll Championship finals, how can Vivienne win?"
"I cannot let her destroy Vivienne's dream!"

I froze in the shadows of the corridor, my fingertips going numb.
It turned out that the love I believed in, the protection and the future he kept promising me, were nothing but him treating me as an obstacle to his childhood sweetheart's success.

If that’s the case—

I don't need this man anyway!

My mafia husband has a childhood sweetheart. Whenever she or her son needed anything, he would eagerly rush to their aid.
This time, when our son Noah suffered from acute retinopathy and desperately needed his signature for surgery, he claimed she was in mortal danger and couldn't leave.
Because he wasn't there to sign the paperwork, Noah ultimately went blind.
Yet later, on his sweetheart's Instagram, I saw that he was just dining with her and her son...

In my past life, I stopped my brother from donating a kidney to save his high school lover.
Lily didn't receive a transplant in time and died soon after.
Caleb kept his kidney. He passed the rookie draft physical, signed a max contract with a top team, and became the darling of the basketball world.
But he hated me for the rest of his life.

My parents called me cold and heartless. They said I killed Lily and destroyed Caleb's one true love.
Later, when Caleb hit a low point and needed someone to blame, my parents held me down while Arthur shattered my right hand.
They destroyed my career, drained my bank account, and left me to die of a raging fever in a rundown apartment.

Now, I open my eyes.
And I will never be their scapegoat again.

On our wedding day, my fiancé gave the wedding dress I had made by hand to his sick sister—and let her marry into the DeLuca family in my place.
Everyone told me to give in because she was fragile, while I was strong enough to endure it.
That night, I walked away, revoked my access to the family, and left my mother’s atelier.
Later, his sister’s fake illness was exposed, and my fiancé got down on his knees, begging me to come back.
But I was no longer the woman who would sacrifice everything for them.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

My mate—Alpha Jasper—knelt on one knee, proposing to me at my birthday party when Sienna Burrows suddenly appeared.
She was his fated mate once. His first love.
Dressed in the exact same backless red gown I was wearing, she stood there like a queen, regal and untouchable.
She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Hah. Alpha Jasper, no matter how perfect a copy may be, it will never be me."
Alpha Jasper didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, he turned to me, gently taking my left hand in his. His voice was deep, filled with emotion.
"Cynthia, will you marry me?"

Sean Turner kissed his childhood sweetheart, Mia Moore, right in front of me.
He said he married me for benefits, not love.
He even tried to force me to give Mia my heart.
I agreed.
But after the transplant surgery, he regretted it—while I smiled.

For three years, Sable loved Alpha Darrell with everything she had, spending her salary to support their household while being called an orphan and gold-digger. But just as Darrell was about to mark her as his Luna, his ex-girlfriend returned, texting: "I'm not wearing underwear. My plane lands soon—pick me up and fuck me immediately."

Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.

Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.

In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?

From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!

“Keep being my fiancée, and I can pretend nothing happened tonight.”

That was the first thing my fiancé said to me after I publicly exposed the video of him cheating.

Everyone knows I’m just a mixed-blood orphan taken in by the Sterling family.

Cowardly. Ordinary. Hidden behind thick glasses—the lowest of the low in the eyes of pureblood werewolves.

So they were certain of one thing—

Even if my fiancé betrayed me, I wouldn’t dare fight back.

But what they don’t know is that the rarest bloodline in the werewolf world runs through my veins: the Golden Wolf.

By accident, I saved the most noble—and most dangerous—man in the werewolf world: Alexander, heir to the Arctic Wolves.

Cold. Powerful. Untouchable… yet he alone loses control when it comes to my scent.

And as he draws closer, I begin to realize:

My fiancé’s lies, my uncle’s hold over me, my parents’ disappearance…

They all have everything to do with the Golden Wolf blood in my body.

They all want to use me.

But Alexander cages me in his arms, locks eyes with me, and says:

“Fiona, you can hate me—but don’t ever think you can leave me.”

I thought he was my salvation.

Until I discovered—

His interest in me might have been for the Golden Wolf blood inside me all along.

If even he has been lying to me,

then this time… who can I trust?

"Did you take the morning-after pill?"

Silence stretched for two seconds on the other end of the line.

"Are you out of your mind?" The woman let out a cold laugh. "You think every woman who sleeps with you is going to get pregnant?"

"I tested positive for pregnancy." The man spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're absolutely fucking insane."

With that, she hung up directly.

As the heir to New York's most dangerous mafia family, Luca Ferretti never imagined he'd be brought down by a one-night stand gone wrong.

A party where someone had spiked his drink led him to spend the night with a stranger. Three weeks later, he began experiencing severe morning sickness, appetite disruptions, and was even informed by the family doctor that he was—pregnant.

And the only woman who could possibly be carrying his child was none other than the cool, formidable CEO of a fashion empire—Stella Conti.

Stella's life had long been consumed by work and responsibility. Between caring for her younger brother and protecting the business empire she'd built with her own hands, she never allowed anyone to disrupt her carefully laid plans. But just as one business crisis after another began piling up, she discovered she was pregnant with the child of a stranger whose face she couldn't even remember.

When a mafia king meets a fiercely independent business queen, when two equally proud individuals are forcibly bound together by an unborn child, what kind of sparks will fly between them?

"So ready for me." his thumb circling my clit until I was shaking under him.
"Zac... please," I moaned, my body arching, begging.
He kissed me hard, pulling his hand away only to undo his belt, shove his pants down. My body ached for him, my walls tightening at just the thought of being filled.
He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locking on mine. "Tell me you're mine, Aria."
"I'm yours," I whispered, "Always yours."
He pushed into me, slow, stretching me wide. I gasped, nails digging into his back.
He moved deeper, groaning against my neck. "So tight. So perfect."
"Zac...please...faster..."
He growled, obeying, pounding into me, his lips finding mine again, kissing me through every thrust. His hand slid down, fingers rubbing my clit while he fucked me harder, and I screamed his name, my body shaking.
The pleasure built fast, too fast, curling tight inside me until it burst. I cried out, clinging to him as my climax ripped through me, my whole body trembling.
He didn't stop, driving into me harder, chasing his own release. His growl grew louder, rougher, until he buried himself deep inside me and cummed, his body shaking against mine.
"One week," he whispered again, "One week, and you're mine forever. No one will ever touch you again."


Aria was the omega no one wanted, except Alpha Zac or so she believed. He promised her love, a future, a place by his side. On the night of her nineteenth birthday, he betrayed her before the entire pack, choosing another as his Luna... and selling Aria to Alpha Damon of the Winchester Pack.

“She’s my mother, not yours.”
“Abigail, be a good girl. This is your honor.”
“If there is a next life, I’ll make you pay for this.”
I was tied to the stake and burned alive by the family I loved; betrayed by the “mother” who had been poisoning me for eighteen years, abandoned by the sister who wore my scent like a mask.


Abigail is the wolfless outcast of the Crimson Fang Pack. She was raised on lies, her wolf never meant to awaken. Until one night, her family ties her to the stake and burns her alive in the name of “sacrificing to the Luna to protect the pack.”
When she opens her eyes again, she’s back at seventeen—before it all began. Armed with the truth of her past life, she must tear apart the carefully laid conspiracy that stole her future.
Can she do it?
Can she awaken her wolf?
Can she find her fated mate?

“Miss Ashford, your identity is already dead.”

“But I’m still alive.”

That night, on my birthday, I lost everything.

My father was killed by our enemy, my family was destroyed, my mother was gone, and my younger brother disappeared without a trace. And I, the once untouchable Ashford heiress, became a fugitive hiding in the shadows, fighting for my life.

To escape the people hunting me, I abandoned my luxurious life, changed out of my designer gown, and hid my true identity aboard a ship.

But I quickly learned that losing my wealth was not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing was realizing that in this world, no one cared who I used to be.

Just when the Moretti family found me and prepared to erase the last survivor of the Ashford family, a man appeared.

Dmitri Solovyo.

The Russian boy who was once tortured and despised had become the ruthless leader of the Bratva.

He arrived with a gun in his hand and death in his eyes, pulling me back from the edge of destruction.

I recognized his eyes.

Because many years ago, I was the one who gave a piece of bread to that wounded, abandoned boy.

I never expected that the boy who once needed saving would grow into the man everyone feared.

Dmitri is cold, dangerous, and a man who trusts no one.

He says he saved me only because—

“Dead people have no value.”

"Alpha Jax has made his intentions clear. He's looking for a Luna."
"Again?" The other man sounded skeptical. "That would make this the fifth time."
My breath caught.
"Yes." Father paused. "The criteria remain the same. A woman between twenty and twenty-five. Capable of bearing children."
"And if this one fails like the others?"
Silence stretched on.
"Then he'll keep searching until he finds the right one."


Vivia took everything from Liora. Her family. Her status. Her fated mate. Then she framed her and turned her into the whole Pack's sinner.
Until Jax appeared. The brutal Alpha rumored to have lost four Lunas chose Liora in front of everyone. He called it a transaction. A duty of breeding.
But night after night, he claimed her anyway, binding her with his mark and confessions torn from his chest, pressing deeper into her body and her soul until escape was no longer an option.

Cameron Mikael Rutten is a vampire detective who makes sure to avoid cases related to magic. But when his mother is murdered, his quest to find the killer draws him deep into West Mount's homicidal cases and dark underworld.

Cameron realizes he must ignore faction policies while evading a dangerous enemy even as he gets entangled with a female coworker. However, things take a drastic turn when he has to make a balance between being a vampire that other dangerous creatures wants and his new horrible self, being a dybbuk.

"Tell me to stop," Samuel murmured, his fingers sliding into Amelia's soaked panties, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch.
"Samuel... we can't—" Her protest was cut off by his searing kiss.
"Say it," he repeated, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit. "Tell me you don't want me."
But she couldn't. His other hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, letting her feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, his fingers beginning to move in and out slowly. "Say it, and I'll stop."
She should have pushed him away.
After losing her family, her fortune, and the name she'd carried for eighteen years, love was the one thing she couldn't afford.
But when four powerful men refused to let go, walking away became nearly impossible.
Amelia had once been the perfect heiress—beautiful, privileged, untouchable.
Until the real daughter came home.
Cast aside by the wealthy family who raised her, Amelia entered college with nothing but her pride and the will to survive.
But just as she hit rock bottom, four men crashed into her world:
The loyal football star who worshipped her like a goddess.
The arrogant heir who refused to lose her.
The forbidden professor who'd break every rule for her.
And the ruthless lawyer who destroyed her life—yet couldn't stay away.
They all want her.
They all refuse to let her go.
And Amelia is no longer willing to choose.
Because when four kings are fighting for one woman…
why should she choose only one?